pull up on a nigga like 'what's up?'
that's the homie eli in the cut
fuck a knot bitch i'm tryna get a buck
and maybe later i come eat it out for lunch
but right now don't got time the money calling
she say 'what's that sound?' that's money talking
yeah you 'proach us that don't mean you get a portion
hoes only stick around if you supporting
i tell these hoes i'm broke
if we see a nigga on then we off 'em
that's the cuban take it off 'em
put his foreigns up for auction
got them guns that make you nauseous
and we shooting with no warnings
when that turn that boy to forrest gump
silencer up on that thing you ain't hear what hit you
i be with them brooklyn niggas this the shit they into
riding 'round with a trunk full of contraband
got a little yellowbone with me counting bands
we be fucking time to time but she got a man
see them women i be fucking you ain't got a chance
last chick i had over she forget her pants
she was off that henny and that mary jane
had her moaning stroking with no hands
this ain't nothing new boy i been the man
them dykes do it for it for the instagram
i can show you how to flip a gram
i keep my money in them rubberbands
i used to keep the work in my underpants
and prolly more weed in my other pants
i keep my money in them rubberbands